My mind was no longer my own.

Ever since I met Diana, strange things had been happening around the office. She was supposed to be some hotshot making her way up the corporate ladder, but her first few days I didn’t see any of it. Instead, I noticed she spent a lot of time talking to her coworkers, but I figured she was just getting to know people in a new office. 

When it continued the next week, however, I spoke to her about it and she agreed to change her ways. I would see her working away, though the other people in the office did start listening to something with their headphones. But then I started seeing them nodding off and even outright sleeping – except for Diana. I asked her if she knew what was going on and suggested that if I listened to the hot new song I would understand. 

It was a very soporific song, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop employees from listening to it. In fact, I saw the attraction and kept listening to it over and over again like them. Gaps also started appearing in my memory around that time. I asked Diana about them, but she told me not to worry and she always has the best ideas. 

I also started noticing how beautiful she was. Her skirts were perhaps on the short side and she had amazing endurance to spend all day in three inch stilettos, but all her outfits looked good and, under her satin blouse, her breasts were perfect. I found myself starting to fantasize about her, kissing her lips, licking her heels, letting her fill my pussy with a strapon. I didn’t understand it – I was straight, I thought; I had a boyfriend. 

After a few days of this, I decided to call her into my office. 

“Diana,” I said. “I don’t know quite how to explain this and I know it’s very unprofessional, but I want you. Badly. I’m aching to touch you. Do you want to have sex?”

“Why, Miss Billingsly, I thought you’d never ask!” she said, giggling. 

The next thing I knew she was sitting in my chair and I was on my knees, arousal coursing through my body, with her foot in my mouth. I licked, kissed and sucked her feet through her sheer black pantyhose, while she explained things to me. 

“From now on, Miss Billingsly, your purpose in life will be to serve me. I am your Mistress,” said Mistress. “You are my slave, my slut, my whore. Getting touched by me will be enough to bring you to the edge of orgasm, you will do anything to have sex with me, obey any order unquestioningly. You will tell all your fellow managers that I’m the best team member you’ve ever seen. You will help me climb this company’s hierarchy in any way you can. Do you understand?”

I had begun kissing up her legs and fingering myself under my skirt while she spoke. Now I paused long enough to say “Yes, Mistress.” It felt so good to say that and understand my purpose in life. 

“What a good slut,” Mistress said. “Hmmm. What’s your first name, Miss Billingsly?”

“Rachel,” I said with my head under her skirt. 

“Not anymore,” she said. “From now on, your true name is slut, with a lowercase ‘S’. When you’re not with me, or we’re in public, you can keep pretending your name is Rachel. Now say it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. “My name is slut.”

“Good slut,” she said. 

Work also changed after that. Occasionally I would still have to go to meetings and talk about sales, but for the most part, my boring work was left to the mornings – and how much work a bunch of hypnotized slaves can get done in a morning. We were actually more productive than before Mistress enslaved us. Why did we ever think pizza parties were a good idea? 

The afternoons were reserved for hypnosis, sex and brainwashing. This mainly consisted of us repeating phrases for her. 

“You are obedient slaves,” she would say. 

“We are obedient slaves,” we would repeat and so on. 

We also took to carrying notebooks, so we could write them down. I now spent my weekends writing things like “slut loves Diana; slut serves Diana; slut obeys Diana; slut cannot think for herself, Diana thinks for slut” It really helped me feel refreshed for the work week. 

My mind was no longer my own and slut loves it that way.